Volume 125 Issue 7

Life style updates

August Newsletter 2021

IN THIS ISSUE

Activities

Tokyo Olympics

2020

Aged Care Employee day

Independence

of India

Independence of Ukraine

Your story

Dates to

Remember

Birthdays of the month

Upcoming

Events

PLEASE NOTE, that all video calls requests can be emailed directly to Leisure

Lifestyle Department: Helen.Drenovski@kalynacare.com.au

August, the last month of winter in the Southern Hemisphere and last month of summer to the rest of the world has a name originating in the the Roman Empire. Initially, August was the sixth month of the year and was called Sextilis. However in 8 BCE, the month was re-named to August, in honor of Augustus Caesar, the first Roman emperor. In the month of August, the cold weather often got the better of us in Melbourne but luckily we had few warm sunny day when the temperature reached 17C. Residents spent some time outdoor and done gardening. During this month we also had a few celebration which made days special to our residents .

Kalyna Care would like to thank Coles and the

staff from the Caroline Springs store For their kind Donation of Plants and Morning

Tea for our Residents.

Tokyo Olympics 2020 which was postponed until 2021 finally happened and was greatly celebrated at Kalynaca care. Our residents were very exited and actively took part in

the many activities. The Tokyo 2020 Olympic Torch Relay honor by Olga D. , Alexandra P. and Longin K. throughout Kalyna Care.

Residents gathered in the hall where they were divided in a groups. They competed one against another in the games such as table tennis, socker, Bean Bag Toss, Quoits

and more. After the games everyone enjoyed food and took photos.

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On the 7th of August 2021, we celebrated the Aged Care employee day at Kalyna Care for the first time. A day for each person who works at the aged care to be recognized for their dedication, hard work and effort means a lot. Each day we are dealing with different situations and challenges. Starting with the facility manager and finishing with gardener

each person playing important role in the life of Kalyna Care and it’s people. The regular, basic daily needs what we are helping with very often are unseen and unrecognized.

Many staff goes beyond their responsibilities to help residents, to support in the difficul-ties of the residents. That’s why it’s nice to

have the aged care employees day when workers are recognized, and feel appreciat-ed. It will be a time when staff may gather

together, share knowledge, taste food, play games and have a good time. Let’s

remember : “It is the little things that usually have the greatest impact in life...a smile, a

hug, a thank you, a compliment.”

Happy Aged Care employee Day!

“Six in the morning As soon as you walk through that door Everyone needs you again The world's out of order It's not as sound When you're not around All day on your feet, hard to Keep that energy, I know When it feels like the end of the road You don't let go You just press forward

You're the engine that makes all things go Always in disguise, my hero I see a light in the dark Smile in my face When we all know it's hard There's no way to ever pay you back Bless your heart Know I love you for that Honest and selfless I don't know if this helps it but

Good Job You're doing a good job, a good job Good job You're doing a good job Don't get too down The world needs you now Know that you matter Matter, matter yeah”

At Kalyna Care we celebrated the 73rd year of India’s independence from the 9th to the 13th. Each day, residents did something different: cooking , crafts, watch Bollywood movies, learn about India which finished with nice celebrations and dances performances by our staff and Care Manager, Paul. Do you know what the colors of the Indian flag represent? Saffron represents stands for courage and sacrifice. White represents peace, unity and truth. Green stands for faith and fertility. The blue symbolizes the sky and the ocean.

Residents had a busy time cutting and cooking Indian fried vegetables with bread. After that they had a good time to tasting their own cook meal.

“This all is mine. It’s called Ukraine. Its beauty takes my sight away. I hold my breath to seize this wonder, These steppes, and sky, and woods to wander,

And holiness, so pure and devoted, Its chastity and sycamores along the way. This all is mine. It’s called Ukraine. My sacred beauty never-fading,

I talk to God right here standing.” Lina Kostenko

Cutting Kievsky aka Kiev Cake Singing Anthem of Ukraine

For everyone, being Ukrainian means different things. However, for the Ukrainians in Ukraine and

around the world for those who continually keeping their cultural tradition and passing it through

generations, it’s part of their identity. Being able to celebrate the independence of a young country with

such a long history is very important., and special. For those Ukrainians who are in Kalyna Care we

created a celebration with a presentation by Professor Marko Pavlyshyn, which we greatly appreciate.

The residents could track their hometowns on map of Ukraine, share they stories, sing and share

nice food.

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Мій рідний край

Вдалині за річкою срібний зорепад

І вином порічковим всіх частує сад,

Літньою долиною йду не поспіша

Вишнею й калиною втішена душа. Це край, де я родилась і живу,

Де все для мене рідне — не байдуже,

Де зірка з неба впала у траву,

Щоб ти мене побачив милий друже.

Це край моєї втіхи і сльози,

Із рідним словом, з рідними піснями

Тулюся до вкраїнської краси,

Бо це взяла від батька і від мами.

Пахнуть луки травами, пахнуть до знемог

Грішне разом з праведним в силуетах двох,

Музика над тишею, хоч на струнах грай

І душа утішена — ЦЕ МІЙ РІДНИЙ КРАЙ!

My native land

Far away over the river shore silver stars are

falling.

And garden offers currant berries vine.

I walk leisurely through summer valley.

My soul inspired by cherry and viburnum

(Kalyna) blossom. This a land where I was born and where I live,

where all for me is native and well beloved,

where star had fallen from the sky into the grass

to make you look at me, my soul mate.

This is a land of my cheers and teers

with native word and native songs.

I'm taking care of Ukrainian beauty,

which I have got from my daddy and my mom-

my. The meadows give us smells of grasses, strong smells,

when we are together.

The music is in the air, the heart sings,

the soul pleasured - THIS IS MY LAND!

During the week of celebrations, we cooked Ukrainian deruny (Potato pancakes), watch

Ukrainian movies, sang and replicated the special 30th anniversary flower.

Maria Zaleckyj “Maria’s story is a great one. She told much of it to her

beloved daughter Olga, who did the work of recording it in

writing, and to whom we owe the first part of this elegy

today. Maria was born the second daughter of Ludwig Zhyshko and

Stefania Ellert on the 8th of May 1930 in the village of

Vyshkivka in northern Ukraine. It was an ugly time and place

to come into the world. That place was ruled by Stalin’s servants, and they were on a

mission to murder every one of her kind by torture, bullets

and starvation. Few survived, and those who did would carry

their wounds forever. Soon the only remaining members of the family were Maria, her dear sister Leokadia and

their mother Steftsya. They had nothing but each other. And matters were about to

become even worse. Hitler’s army arrived, and now there were two vicious monsters fighting for power, with

Maria’s family and millions of others caught in between. The chances of survival were

small, but Steftsya was a mighty woman. She decided that whatever happened, the family

must stay together. Imagine waves of destitute people running through the smoke,

stench, panic and gunfire to anywhere they might find shelter and food for one more day.

Barbara De Angelis once said: “We don’t develop courage by being happy every day.

We develop it by surviving difficult times and challenging adversity.” Today we are living in a peaceful time, surrounded by beautiful nature and country.

However, it was not always like this for the residents of Kalyna Care. Many years back

many migrants from around the world moved to Australia due to wars, to escape poverty

or to find a better future for their families. Many emigrants found the courage to move

thousands miles away from their homeland, with limited English, very little or no money

in their pockets to the completely new to them country, Australia. In fact, many Ukrainian

migrants settled here as well. They worked hard and built new life here in Australia. They

took a big challenge to develop the retirement village , a home where they can keep their

traditions and communicate in the same language especially important for them when

they grow old. It was people who overcome many hardships that made the Kalyna Care

the way you may know it now. Each and every individual made an impact not only on

their own lives and culture but also on development of Australia. There are many stories

to tell and many to listen to. There is no household that doesn't have a story to share.

One story is of Marira Zalevski who passed away recently who’s family would like to

share. Many of you may find it very familiar and for many it can be another reminder that

there will always be better days to come.

THE JOURNEY OF LIF E

In 1943, Steftsya, Leokadia and Maria rode a wave to Germany. Maria was 13 years old when they arrived at the town of Kelsterbach, which housed a

huge processing camp. It was a place she would later describe as hell. There, they were to be used as labourers in the German war effort. Worst of all, Maria,

Leokadia and Steftsya would need to be separated from one another, unless they all went

to do hard labour on the railways which were being bombed by the Allied forces. So they

went to work on those railways. Again, they survived, and again they stayed together.

After that, they were sent to work on a farm until 1945, and then in a hotel in the

municipality of Rüdesheim, and then in the Nurses’ Home. It was in Rüdesheim that Maria

met Stefan Zaleckyj, a young Ukrainian who lost his entire family. He was to be the love of

her life. On Maria’s 15th birthday, the German forces surrendered, and the European war was over.

But there was no way back home to Ukraine, and the family remained displaced and on

the move.

In September 1947, in Bad Wildungen, Central Germany, Maria gave birth to a daughter

Olga, who would be the light of her life.

Two years later came the chance to emigrate. According to Leokadia, Steftsya was

determined to go to some place called Australia, because the word was that there you

could get work and would have bread to eat. So they did.

To get to Australia, the family would have to separate for a time. That must have been

really daunting. Maria, Stefan and Olga travelled on a ship to Sydney and were interned first

at Bathurst and then at Nelson’s Bay, where Stefan went to work for BHP.

In 1950, Maria, Stefan and Olga moved to Melbourne and were reunited with Steftsya and

Leokadia, who had settled here.

Leokadia had married Petro Hunderuk, and now Steftsya married Vasya, a man who had

lost his own entire family. Together with Stefan and Olga, those beautiful people became

the foundation of Maria’s family. They all worked. And they worked, and they worked.

They built houses with their own hands, and Maria and Stefan built a butcher shop and a

fruit shop, just down the road here, which they would run together for more than thirty

years.

And they watched as Olga, the one thread by which their lineage hung, blossomed into a

wonderful young woman. Olga found the love of her life, Peter, and then came more

friends for life, first among them Stuart and Christine. Olga and Peter became educated,

and all together, they worked. And they worked, and they worked.

There were wonderful friends and neighbours: I remember Hannelore and Petro

Knihinitzkij, Hanya and Mykhaylo Darmoros, the Mamchur family, Marianne and Gisela

Bock, and many more. And there were Alan and Mary Sanford, who owned the milk bar

next door, and who became eternal friends. Alan and Mary spoke English, and so did Maria

and Stefan. Gradually, there came prosperity, and they even managed to buy a delightful old farmhouse

in Daylesford. That was their Bonnie Doon.

When I first had the pleasure of meeting Maria, she was 42 years old. She must have

hugged me a thousand times before I had my first memory of anything.

Soon after, came Simon, my partner in crime.

Maria, Stefan, Olga, Peter, Simon and I lived under the one roof. While Olga and Peter

worked to build a medical practice, Maria and Stefan continued to run the shop. And they

would take us boys to the park. There were regular shopping trips to Airport West. In the

VW van, they took us for holidays to the Grampians, to the beach, and, of course, to

Daylesford. The drive to Daylesford was long, but at the end of the voyage there would

always be fish and chips. Maria loved fish and chips. We would spend days walking in the

bush and swimming in the lake, and nights making toast by the fireplace.

In 1980, Daniel was born, and Maria’s delight was beyond words. I watched her feed him,

bath him, towel him off until he was gleaming like the chrome on a Cadillac, cuddle him,

dress him ... and then do it all over again. In 1983, Maria and Stefan closed the shop, and somewhere around that time, they went on

holiday to Queensland in the van. They couldn’t have been away for more than a couple of

weeks, but the house felt wrong without them, and it felt like an eternity to me. Toward the

end of it, I remember thinking, “I really don’t know how much longer I can wait before I

need to get on my bike and go looking for them.” And when they came back, what a sight it

was! I think they must have made the Guinness Book of Records for most coconuts and

pineapples strapped to the roof of a VW van – without a single one falling off. But you

didn’t see much of that kind of fruit here in those days, and it was expensive, so it was

special, and they were bringing it back for us to enjoy.

In 1985, Olga, Peter, Simon, Daniel and I moved house to Kew, and Maria and Stefan moved

back to their original home here, in Holt Street. Now there was distance between our

homes, but Maria and Stefan were still constantly with us. Every few days, the van would

come up the driveway, filled with vegetables from the Victoria Market, and there would be

stories about each one of those vegetables. And every Friday night, Maria and Stefan would

kidnap Daniel and bring him to Deer Park for the weekend. I would often go too, because I

wanted to. And then there were Sunday lunches, everyone together, at Holt Street.

The highlights of each year were Easter and Christmas, and those were always at Leokadia’s

house, next door to Steftsya. Leokadia and Maria would toil in the kitchen from dawn, and

then we would eat, drink and squabble. Everyone was there.

In the 1980s, we lost Did Vasya, then Vuyko Petro, and then Steftsya. But we also gained

Adam Dykyj and his two daughters Lidia and Mary, and Mary is here with us day.

Soon afterward, we gained Anne, the first Australian member of our family. In 1992, when I

first brought Anne here, Maria and Stefan were at home, working in their garden. Anne

remembers having some trepidation about how she would be received, but she recalls

Maria and Stefan crouching among the flowers, looking up at her, and smiling. Anne grew

deeply fond of them both, and they embraced her as one of our own. Anne has said to me

many times that she loves Maria, and she knows that had the two met under any other

circumstances, they would still have been friends forever. That love went both ways.

In 1993, Maria and Stefan travelled back to Ukraine, on unfinished business, and when they

came back here, they knew once and for all that they were Australians.

In the following years, Stefan became unwell, and Maria and family stayed by his side. In

2002, he died, and she had to wait 18 long years to be reunited with him.

Once Stefan was gone, Maria again went to live with Peter and Olga, who welcomed her

with open arms.

In this 21st century, she had the joy of seeing Daniel find Alida, and she saw a third

generation of descendants grow strong: Nadia and Steven, and then Alexander and William.

She took an interest in everything they did, and she was happy every time she saw them.

They loved her too.

In recent years, Maria slowed down a little, but only when she was told to, and sometimes

not even then. Peter and Olga cared for her beautifully, and she was deeply grateful for

that.

In the final part of her life, Maria went to live at Kalyna Care in Delahey with Leokadia –

her first friend, and the only person on earth who was with her throughout the entire 91

years and 97 days of her life. The only one who shared everything. And the two of them

were together to the very end. Maria faced death the same way she faced life: head on. She knew it was coming, and her

words were, “Іду до Мами” – I’m going to where Mum is. As always, all that mattered was

to have her family with her. And she did. So here we are, to say goodbye, in circumstances most intimate, in a place where we have

spent many days, happy and sad. Most of the people who would like to be here today can’t

come. Only the very closest are here. Simon is on the other side of the world. He can

swim across an ocean, and he would, if there were any way for him to join us. Simon

shares these words: Regrettably I can’t be there with you all at Baba’s funeral, but fortu-

nately I am able to say a few words in her remembrance. As far back as I can remember,

Baba has been a part of my life, albeit in the background, and some of my earliest fond

memories include that she was a kind, quiet, sincere and tough lady whom I loved very

much and who will be dearly missed. I was lucky to have her as my grandmother.

Of all the voices to end with, there is none better than Maria’s own, and I will share this in

the old tongue and then in the new.

У 2005 році відбулося зібрання українців тут у нашій старій околиці. Марії хотілося брати участь у ньому, і вона попросила мене завезти її туди. Переїжджали ми через міст над річкою Ярра, а Марія раптом каже: - Андрію, коли я помру ...

Я на неї подивився. - Бабуня, ти що? Хіба ж ти помираєш?

А вона до мене: - Мовчи й слухай. Коли я помру, скажи їм, що я прожила більшість мого життя у

такому раю, де можеш їсти скільки хочеш, можеш ходити куди хочеш, казати що хочеш. Скажи їм, що я була щаслива. In 2005, there was a gathering of Ukrainians here in our old neighbourhood. Maria wanted

to take part in it, and she asked me to drive her there.

We were crossing a bridge over the Yarra, and Maria suddenly said:

“When I die ...”

I looked at her and said, “Come on, Grandma. You’re scarcely dying.”

And she said to me, “Be quiet and listen. When I die, tell them that I lived most of my life in

such a paradise where you can eat all you like, go where you like

and say what you like. Tell them I was happy.”

What a wonderful human being. Вічна їй пам’ять. “

Andre Bevz

Our Values

RESPECT – for and

with those who we care

for, those we work

with and those with

whom we have involve-

ment.

These values are:

Improvement

Respect

Empathy

Support

Privacy and Dignity

Equity and Encourage-

ment

Compassion

Trust

Understanding

UPCOMING EVENTS

IN SEPTEMBER

3RD OF SEPTEMBER-

FATHER’S DAY

CELEBRATION

21ST OF SEPTEMBER -

RESIDENTS &

REPRESENTATIVE MEETING

24TH OF SEPTEMBER-

AFL GRAND FINAL

CELEBRATION

28 TH OF SEPTEMBER-

PANCAKES BIRTHDAY

CELEBRATION

Kalyna Care

344 Taylors Road

Delahey 3037

Melbourne

Phone

+61 3 9116 4100

Fax +61 3 9116 4101

General enquiries:

info@kalynacare.com.au

Leisure lifestyle

Department:

Helen.Drenovski@kalynacare.com.au

Hairdresser

Temporarily

suspended due

to lockdown

Dietician

Monday

27th September

Podiatrists

date

TO be confirm

We welcome to

our

Community

OLHA KLYMENKO

BORIS ZARADIC

RENATE WEST

Birthdays in

July:

Anka Dasovic-

5th of September

Renate West-

7th of September

Maria Danko, Ruza Raspudic

& Leokadia Dykyj -

11th of September

Stefaniya Gerczuk-

25th of September

WE BID A FOND

FAREWELL TO

Maria Zaleckyj’s